A/N: It never ceases to amaze me that whenever I start a story on a whim, it winds up being my most popular, whereas the plotbunnies that drive me crazy for weeks before I finally put pen to paper tend to fall to the wayside. But I'm a crowd pleaser, so here you go, my next installment of Secrets and Special Friends. Wait until you see what I have planned for Kate and Ziva's coming out party! P.S., for those who think Tony's picturing girl-girl porn for this relationship, think again!
"Why do we have to take Ziva?" complained Kate, glancing at Abby wearily. "She's not remotely girly, and she'd hate the spa."
"Everyone needs a good spa day from time to time, even Ziva." Declared Abby loftily. "It's a proven fact that it's good for the soul. Now stop complaining and grab your bag, we're leaving."
Kate obliged and soon found herself in the car with Abby and Ziva. In truth, it wasn't that she didn't want Ziva around. It was more that she didn't want to be in the compromising position of being half-naked around the woman she had developed a huge crush on. Okay more than a crush, but that only made it worse. How could she relax when she knew that Ziva was only a few feet away, both of them vulnerable to each other and Abby?
Oh shit, Abby. This would be awkward. Kate had been working hard enough to keep Abby from figuring out her crush for fear that the Goth would try to play Matchmaker. Having her in the same room as all of that potential sexual tension? This was going to be difficult. Kate took a deep breath and calmed her heart rate. It would be fine. She could control herself. Heh, yeah right.
Ziva had never been one to take a spa day, but Abby had refused to take no for an answer and the Israeli had found herself packed up into the hearse before she could blink. As they neared their destination, she began to realize that the spa actually sounded like a fun way to spend her day off. At least, she'd thought that until she glanced over at Kate and seen how tense she was. Kate was sitting, very straight, face away from Ziva, a faint blush showing at the edge of her V-neck blouse, and Ziva sank into her seat a little more. She knew that things had never quite been easy between them, considering her brother's actions, but she'd thought they'd gotten past that! After all, they got along well at work, hell they even flirted some, although honestly, Ziva flirted with everyone, and Kate didn't even seem to realize she was doing it. But the point was, they'd been doing so well, and now it seemed like Kate could barely stand to be in the same room as Ziva.
And somehow, the Israeli doubted that Kate would take it very well if she caught Ziva looking at the spa today. Which, despite how much Tony teased her about her endless Mossad control, she would not be able to prevent. It was bad enough when Kate wore those skirts, the ones that wrapped around her hips and curved under her...
Ziva cut off that thought quickly. No, not good, she could not go there right now! She sighed slightly and rolled her neck, wondering how on earth she was supposed to relax and enjoy a spa day when all she could think about was Kate?
A/N: So, as I may have mentioned before, this was actually just a prompt on one of the NCIS memes I follow, and I thought I'd stretch my wings a little and give it a try. Little did I know when I started that it would manage to become even more popular than Cinderalla Story (which was another random will-not-admit-to-writing-for-sake-of-my-own-dignity piece that I wrote that wound up with 500 readers within the first month), and be the one story that people have begged me to finish! I was just checking in on things, realized I hadn't updated in a while and read one review that pleaded it's case so well, I decided to update. Hope you like it, and yes, I promise to include lots of lovely tension and revelations in the next chapter. More than you might think.